fright. Now tell me what happened. Jesus â¦â âYeah. Right. Okay. Okay, well I was at home making the tea â¦â * Jimmy had put the phone down and was looking at Aesop on the couch. âSo you didnât actually see a knife?â âI saw enough. She had it in her bag and she was going for it.â âAesop â¦â âJimmy, you should have heard her. She was going on about how much she likes the night and being in the bleedinâ dark and that she was into blokes that are cute and dirty like me and Colin Farrell. At first I thought she wanted me to fu â¦â âYou and Colin â¦â âIâm telling you man. Sheâs off her fucking trolley. Call the cops, will you?â âAesop, she didnât actually do anything.â âWhat?!â âShe didnât stab you. You didnât see a knife. All she did was sit down for a chat and a cup of tea.â Aesop stared at Jimmy for a minute. Then another minute as he played the whole thing over again in his head. Then he looked at the floor. âTwo cups,â he said eventually. âWhat?â âWhen I saw her going for the knife, I fired me cup of tea at her and legged it.â âYou threw your tea at her?â âRight in the chops man.â âJesus Aesop â¦â âBut I didnât hang about. I was down the hall and out the door before she had a chance to come after me. I caught a taxi on the quays â what are the fucking chances, right? â and came straight here.â Jimmy looked at the phone again and back at Aesop. âAesop, is there any chance â any chance at all â that you over-reacted?â âOver-reacted? Smacked her with a pillow, like? For fuck sake, what was I sâposed to do? I was sure I was about to get a Bowie knife up the hole!â âBut all she said was that she liked the night time. I like the nighttime. Iâm always up late writing. Itâs nice and quiet. So what? And she likes Colin Farrell? Every bird on the planet likes Colin Farrell. Theyâre not all serial killers.â âBut she said I was dirty.â âYou are dirty. Youâre a filthy bastard. Everyone knows that.â âBut girls arenât sâposed to talk like that.â âItâs not the first time youâve been called names by a bird, Aesop.â âAnd she said she met me before.â âYeah. In the Baggot.â âWhat?â âShe told me in Vicar Street. She saw us play in the Baggot years ago. She was out with her buddies and saw us. You were chatting up her and her mates at the bar afterwards, acting the slut.â âBut â¦â âAesop â¦â âBut â¦â âAesop ⦠did you throw scalding hot tea on Normanâs bird for no reason?â âNo ⦠I ⦠I ⦠No! What about the knife?â âWhat knife?â âThe one in ⦠the one â¦â Aesop turned to face the empty fireplace. If he looked frightened before, the dawning realisation of what he may have just done was starting to sink in. âJimmy â¦â âWe need to call Norman.â âWhat? Are you fucking insane? Heâll kill me!â âAesop, we have to. You just assaulted his bird with a cup of tea.â âOh fuck. Jimmy. What am I going to do? What if he â¦â âListen, you fucking lemon, she might be hurt. We have to call him.â Aesop stood up. He looked like a man on his way to the gallows. He turned back to Jimmy. âSheâs grand.â âWhat?â âSheâs grand. It wasnât hot.â âThe tea?â âYeah. It was half milk. Ah, itâs a thing I do. If Iâm trying to get rid of a bird but I canât get out of making her a cup of tea, I make sure itâs only lukewarm. They either donât finish it or else